The Cinder Room
The first thing I noticed when I moved into the old garage was the smell. Not musty or damp, but a faint, sweet odor, like burnt sugar and old pennies....
The first thing I noticed when I moved into the old garage was the smell. Not musty or damp, but a faint, sweet odor, like burnt sugar and old pennies....
The cottage my grandmother lent me sat at the edge of a birch wood, its northern wall only a stone’s throw from the derelict Langley house. The place had been...
The rain hadn’t stopped for nine days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the old farmhouse like a relentless percussionist, each drop a nail in the coffin of...
My name is Elias, and this happened to my partner, Mira, less than an hour ago. I’m typing this from our cramped kitchen table, the laptop screen the only light...
It began on a Tuesday, four days after I moved my two boys into the old carriage house on the edge of Coldwater Creek. My name is Dana, and I...
I’ve always prided myself on being rational. My name is Evelyn, and for twenty-nine years, my life was a neat grid of cause and effect. So when the first flicker...
I’ve always been too sensitive. Not the crying-at-commercials kind, but the kind that feels a room’s mood like a physical weight, that picks up on the unspoken tension between strangers,...
In the autumn of 2015, Claire moved into her grandmother’s old farmhouse on the outskirts of Helena, Montana. The house, built in the 1920s, had been untouched for decades, and...
It was past midnight when Lena stirred awake, the bedroom thick with the hum of the old house settling. She’d been dreaming of the sea, of salt and cold, but...
My family moved into the old Harrow House when I was eleven, after my stepmother inherited it from her aunt. The house had been in her family since the 1880s,...
Lila had always been a light sleeper, but for the past year, she’d been plagued by a recurring terror that left her gasping and drenched in sweat. It always started...
The old farmhouse had been a bargain, and Marcus had been too proud of his haggling to question why. The realtor had been eager, almost breathless, when she handed over...
The October wind rattled the old farmhouse windows as Maya, now ten, clutched her tablet in the guest bedroom. Her grandmother’s house always felt too big at night, with its...
The first time I noticed it was when my son, Leo, refused to sleep in his own room. He’d drag his blanket to our door and lie on the floor...
I’m 17 and I’ve always been a skeptic. My name’s Reece, and I live in a small apartment above my uncle’s pawnshop, surrounded by the junk of people’s forgotten lives....
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. Even after everything that happened at my friend Lena’s farmhouse, I told myself it was just old wood settling and a drafty house...
I was eighteen when I saw the dead man in the passenger seat. My name is Elias, and back then I was living with my best friend, Mara, and her...
I never told anyone about the children at the Meridian House, not until I found the tape recorder in my aunt’s attic, along with a photograph of a boy who...
The summer I turned twenty-one, I was renting a run-down cottage at the edge of a dying town in the Oklahoma panhandle. The town was called Red Creek, named for...
The house on Maple Street wasn’t grand, but it had good bones, as the realtor said. Built in the late nineties, it was more modern than the cramped apartment we’d...
I never believed in things that go bump in the night. Growing up, I was the pragmatist, the one who explained away every creak and shadow with science and logic....
In 1982, I was nine, and my family had just moved into an old granary turned house on the edge of the Nebraska Sandhills. The place was a relic of...
In the fall of 2009, I was 24 and fresh out of drama school, chasing my dream of the stage. I landed a small role in a regional production of...
I never set out to be a medium. It just happened, like inheriting a dead relative’s crooked nose or a tendency to talk in my sleep. But instead of snoring,...
Listening to the woods...
🕯 Log in to view your wish history and Willow's responses.
LOG IN TO THE WOODS